Hot Persuit

What'll it be sir? A pint of bitter barkeep. Yessir. pulls pint Here you are, that'll be 10.5. Thanks, keep the change. Very kind sir! I could use your help. How so? Well, how long have you been at The Britannia? Nye on eight years it be now, sir. Why do ye' ask? So you would know if any strangers were coming in. Yessir, I reckon' I could tell if new folks' about. Why ye' interested... you look'n for the madman who's kill'n them women?
I would appreciate your discretion and a lower voice. Flashes his cops badge surreptitiously. It will help not drawing attention to our conversation. Of course sir, lets step to the side bar and George can serve'm whilst we have our little chat. I quickly explained that any strangers in the last month and any who may still come in could be very useful to my investigations. There were several and I noted what particulars he could recall in my notebook. As luck would have it, haven't been getting my share of late, one was currently there. When our conversation was over, I ordered another pint and moved closer to the man of interest. He was seated in a small corner booth facing the wall. Slender, dark hair, pale skin, dark brown overcoat and studying something on the table. I couldn't make out what it was but it looked metallic. My heart began to pound faster and my stare so intent, that he suddenly turned; our eyes meet long enough for me to see a look that told me I may have a real suspect in my sites. My expression must have frightened him because he immediately got up, grasping the metal object and moving swiftly, headed towards the door. I in turn got up from the bar-stool and followed. He was fast! It was unfortunate that he was aware of my pursuit, but I really didn't see any other course of action in this situation. His footsteps were silent... rubber soles... very useful for a would be killer. His familiarity of the streets rivaled my own; I had to try to anticipate where he might be headed, even if he were just trying to loose his pursuer. Cursing under my breath I had to creep along to avoid making noise to ease my quarries flight. Just when I thought I had lost him, I heard an altercation with a horse cart and dashed in that direction. I had just enough time to hide and witness his recovery from a near death experience. He stopped in the shadows of a doorway and watched for me to appear. Unaware that I had already done the same and was watching him. I was afraid to even breath, but after 20 minutes, he finally left his hiding place and moved down the street. He was extremely cautious, checking behind every few paces. It took all my skills to track him; clever fellow indeed and strangely fascinating. In some way, I felt he knew I was still there and wanted me to follow. If this was the madman, then I could easily be his next victim and walking into a trap. That thought made me tingle a bit. I suddenly realized where we were and that the alley he just entered was Hanbury Street... he's returning to the crime scene... my god... it's him!